Folk SongsJohn Williamson Palmer Charles Scribner, 1861 - 466 страници |
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... Fear no more the heat o ' the sun , ANONYMOUS . 169 YORK AND LANCASTER . If this fair rose offend thy sight , THE SONG OF THE SHIRT ... With fingers weary and worn , . HOOD 170 ELEGY ... CONTENTS . PAGE .KING 174 Sleep on , c xvii.
... Fear no more the heat o ' the sun , ANONYMOUS . 169 YORK AND LANCASTER . If this fair rose offend thy sight , THE SONG OF THE SHIRT ... With fingers weary and worn , . HOOD 170 ELEGY ... CONTENTS . PAGE .KING 174 Sleep on , c xvii.
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... fear That hath an ear ? Down let him lie , And slumbering die , And change his soul for harmony . JOHN DRYDEN . THE PIPER . PIPING down the valleys wild , Piping MUSIC . LONGFELLOW ARNOLD MUSIC DRYDEN O lull me, lull me, charming air!
... fear That hath an ear ? Down let him lie , And slumbering die , And change his soul for harmony . JOHN DRYDEN . THE PIPER . PIPING down the valleys wild , Piping MUSIC . LONGFELLOW ARNOLD MUSIC DRYDEN O lull me, lull me, charming air!
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... fear . What though no grants of royal donors With pompous titles grace our blood ; We'll shine in more substantial honors , And to be noble we'll be good . WINIFREDA . Our name , while virtue thus we tender 18 WINIFREDA...... ANONYMOUS ...
... fear . What though no grants of royal donors With pompous titles grace our blood ; We'll shine in more substantial honors , And to be noble we'll be good . WINIFREDA . Our name , while virtue thus we tender 18 WINIFREDA...... ANONYMOUS ...
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... fears his fate too much , Or his deserts are small , Who dares not put it to the touch , To gain or lose it all . But I will reign and govern still , And always give the law , And have each subject at my will , And all to stand in awe ...
... fears his fate too much , Or his deserts are small , Who dares not put it to the touch , To gain or lose it all . But I will reign and govern still , And always give the law , And have each subject at my will , And all to stand in awe ...
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... fear , Unpleasing to a married ear ! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws , And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks , When turtles tread , and rooks , and daws , And maidens bleach their summer smocks , The cuckoo then , on every tree ...
... fear , Unpleasing to a married ear ! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws , And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks , When turtles tread , and rooks , and daws , And maidens bleach their summer smocks , The cuckoo then , on every tree ...
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Страница 168 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Страница 243 - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
Страница 172 - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
Страница 60 - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Страница 181 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Страница 89 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Страница 262 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Страница 302 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Страница 163 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
Страница 308 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.